Page 36 of Vying Girls
I leave one last kiss on her flesh before climbing back up her body. She watches me as if in a daze, with such naked yearning on her face I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
‘Babe…I wasn’t there yet.’
I stroke her cheek. ‘I know. Don’t want you coming yet.’
She closes her eyes with a groan.‘Babe.’
‘What? Thought orgasm denial was your thing.’
‘I think I was joking.’
She keeps on looking at me, and I know she’s desperate to shove my head back down there to finish her off, but she’s just too sweet to do it.
I think about Haz, how she probably wouldn’t have let me stop at all.
‘You’ll get off, Elly.’ Leaning over, I drag my lips over hers. ‘Just take me again first.’
She lets out a breath, a playful anger flaring in her eyes. ‘You’re a cruel mistress, you.’
She rolls me over, eyes immediately slamming shut as she moans.
‘All good there?’
‘Suffering,’ she gasps. ‘I’m still so close.’
I run my hand through her hair with a grin. ‘The best type, right?’
She shakes her head, kissing me hard and leaving a gentle bite on my lip. ‘You know, Tilda, two can play at that game.’
My chest buzzes with excitement as she kisses me. I can still taste her on my tongue, and I know she can too.
She removes her lips from mine, trailing them down my neck and onto my chest.
‘Look at these.’ She rolls a nipple between her fingers. ‘Couldn’t get any tighter.’
I lift my hips when she takes it into her mouth, her tongue rapidly stroking the tip. It took her no time at all to seek what I like, and I hope I’m the same with her. It’s like a dam’s broken, this need to find every place that makes her wet, all the things that make her groan.
Whilst she’s tonguing my nipple, she draws the pads of two fingers to my clit.
‘God, you’re wet,’ she blurts.
‘Going down on you was hot.’
‘Mm, so hot you stopped.’
I smile. ‘You’re going to get me back for that, aren’t you?’
‘Thinking about it.’
She readjusts herself, pressing her wetness against my thigh.
‘Careful.’
‘Literally dying here, Tilda.’
I let her rock on my leg as she strokes me. As long as she doesn’t make herself come doing it. I want that honour for myself.
Resting her other arm above my head, she kisses my forehead. I close my eyes at the sensation, adoring her tenderness. The duality is breathtaking. How she can be so dominant and so soft with me at the same time.
